QUEEN / OF HELL.

ikhrov — ikhor ( ichor ) + krov ( bled; blood; lifeblood )

i. oh but you bleed & you bleed & you bleed & you have not yet died. you are left wanting & grasping for what you cannot have — as if it is survival & you are a beast. but you are not a beast. you are beating & bleeding heart. you are human & you are lost, lost, lost. they say you are feral but you are not and yet it is feral that you have become. you deny, deny, deny, & then you embrace it, licking their blood from your claws & calling it dinner. 

ii. you feast on their bones until you’ve had your fill. but you never are satisfied, are you ? there is no end to the war you reign — no end without the blood of innocents tainting your blade, your soul, your fangs.

iii. ichor pools at your feet & sweet divinity abandons you. there is nothing golden about you any longer. you are a sanguine caricature of the man you once were. you’re red, red, red. just like their blood. like pomegranates, it stains your lips.

iv. man - made pandora, they cut the sapphires from your head. only a single precious gem remains. but the box has slipped open & it is too late. misfortune runs free. you’re red, red, red. it is their blood & it colors your teeth crimson.

ikhrov — ikhor ( ichor ) + krov ( bled; blood; lifeblood )

i. oh but you bleed & you bleed & you bleed & you have not yet died. you are left wanting & grasping for what you cannot have — as if it is survival & you are a beast. but you are not a beast. you are beating & bleeding heart. you are human & you are lost, lost, lost. they say you are feral but you are not and yet it is feral that you have become. you deny, deny, deny, & then you embrace it, licking their blood from your claws & calling it dinner. 

ii. you feast on their bones until you’ve had your fill. but you never are satisfied, are you ? there is no end to the war you reign — no end without the blood of innocents tainting your blade, your soul, your fangs.

iii. ichor pools at your feet & sweet divinity abandons you. there is nothing golden about you any longer. you are a sanguine caricature of the man you once were. you’re red, red, red. just like their blood. like pomegranates, it stains your lips.

iv. man - made pandora, they cut the sapphires from your head. only a single precious gem remains. but the box has slipped open & it is too late. misfortune runs free. you’re red, red, red. it is their blood & it colors your teeth crimson.

Or more specifically, “two characters who have been sparring or in combat training together and almost kiss at the end of their practice fight”. As requested ! Feel free to make any changes.

“Is that the best you can do?”

“I won’t go easy on you.” / “I’ll go easy on you.” / “Quit going easy on me.”

“Hit me with your best shot.”

“You need to do better if you want to meet your goal.”

“I’ve been wanting to kick your ass all week.”

“Is this necessary?”

“Try again.”

“You’re pissing me off.” / “If you’re mad, why don’t you use your anger? Beat me at least once.”

“Here, let me show you how.”

“Woah! [falls on top of __]” 

“Nice moves.”

“[pins __ to floor]” / “[pins __ to wall]”

“You’re…really close right now.”

“G–get off of me.”

“You’re heavy.” / “You’re crushing me.”

“Sorry–are you okay?”

“You’re really red right now.”

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?”

“Are you still panting?”

“I told you, it was an accident.”

“…Why don’t you just kiss me?”